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[Nadia’s POV] I lounge on the plush red couch of my Italy apartment while waiting for the arrival of Elise and the others. Goddess, this was nice, being back here in my home and not in that f*****g prison cell that Rosco’s b***h landed me in. This was where people like me belonged, and that cell was where people like her belonged. Sighing in contentment, I lift my glass of champagne to my lips and take a sip as my doorbell rings. Smiling to myself, I sit the cup down on the table beside me and get up, then begin to move across the room to the front door. “Welcome,” I purr, pulling it open to find Elise and Byron standing there together, but to my surprise, they aren’t alone. “Who do we have here?” “This is my cousin,” Byron explains. “His name is Alexander.” As Byron speaks, he moves